You want fries with that?

//RED PANTS!!!//

I jarred out of my random daydream as one of the people who work in the Algonquin cafe yelled at a person behind me.

//RED PANTS! YOU GOING TO ORDER?!//

While the cashiers are generally nice people, the workers who make the food generally are not. There are exceptions to this rule, such as the woman who makes stir fry/serves food from random food place. She's missing a few teeth, but always calls me sweetie and, if nobody's around, gives me a larger portion that she should.

But, for the most part, the people in the cafe are, well, mean. Especially those who work at the grill, as exemplified by the woman yelling at the guy in red pants.

You place your order, and then move to the back. When your order is almost ready, someone will holler at you to find out what toppings you would like. And then when they're done, the pretty much throw you your plate and move on to the next person.

Maybe this is why I so frequently choose to have salad, or a premade wrap.